A Model Wrestler

Spider desperately wanted to tap out to Susan. Or, rather, her body did.

It didn’t even feel like she was being squeezed by a human’s body part, as if these were legs that were squeezing her. No, they were steel grinders, chewing up her guts and cracking her body, stirring her insides into a fine powder.  The simple act of breathing became a strenuous chore, and she could see the stars forming in her vision. Every time Susan squeezed down harder, her hand came up on reflex, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to give up - she shut it down, yes, but it was getting harder. She needed those ropes.

A crawl through the desert would’ve been easier, but after a harrowing moment she finally made it, clinging onto the bottom rope and shaking it, squeezing it hard and pretending it was Susan’s neck. ”Let go, stupid bimbo!” She hissed and shook her head, her white hair whipping about. ”Letgoletgoletgo-”

Even without any prior history wrestling for any major league promotion, many people would be surprised if they could see a list of the people Susan had made tap out with her body scissor, particularly in her session wrestling career. Not that their names were anything prominent or noteworthy, aside from the occasional celebrity. But there were body builders, athletes, people with fairly good martial arts backgrounds. Many of them had initially been just as confident in their chances as Kikuchi, and put forth genuine efforts against the model, only to end up tapping once her mighty legs crushed their resistance.

But Spider Kikuchi didn’t tap. Her struggle to the ropes was about as far from a graceful display as humanly possible, and she’d clearly thought about giving in a few different times at least, but she held on and made it to the ropes. Susan wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was impressed with the veteran’s toughness. It seemed her reputation wasn’t without warrant.

“Alright, alright, since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you go,” she said, uncoiling her legs and giving Kikuchi a shove in the side with her foot before getting up. Of course her tone had been deliberate. Sure, she had to respect the rope break, but she wanted to hammer home the fact that the only reason the Spider was getting out of that hold was because Susan generously released her. But that didn’t mean she’d give the woman time to recover. Reaching down, she grabbed Kikuchi by the ankle and tried to yank her away from the rope to drag her right back toward the middle of the ring.

God, Spider had never realized how big the ring was until she had to crawl across it while she was being scissored in half. Every inch of that trek had been pure torture, growing worse as she neared the ropes and more pressure was applied. She could feel her bones threatening to give out and her innards churning into a stew, her entire body going into a bloody revolt as Susan tried to grind her into a fine paste.

But she made it to the ropes. She made it

Spider let out a massive groan as Susan released the hold and pushed her aside, reeling from the pain. As bad as the hold had been, getting out of it hadn’t been a picnic, either, as her guts and bones all rushed back into their proper place at once. It felt like fire in her insides and it hurt to breathe, but at least she was able to breath at all. Small victories.

It was one that she didn’t have much time to enjoy, however, as she felt a hand grab her ankle and start to drag her away from the ropes. ”No!” She yelped, reaching out for the ropes in a feeble attempt before she went into a spastic fit. ”No, get...get off me, you stupid-”

There was a small bit of annoyance that passed through Susan at the intense effort it took to keep a hold of the thrashing Spider. But, there was also something about it that heightened her amusement and the thrill of this spar even further for her. It demonstrated things Kikuchi felt that she’d likely never confess to aloud. Things like fear, and respect. That’s not to say she was specifically afraid of Susan or held any respect for her as a person. But she’d felt a taste of the pain the model’s legs could inflict, and was desperate to avoid enduring that again. That alone was its own sort of acknowledgement. It fueled Susan’s pride and ego like gas to a fire. And it made her want to squeeze her prey again.

“You’re...not going...anywhere!” Susan hissed through grit teeth while fighting to keep a hold of Kikuchi’s leg while dragging her out to the middle of the ring. Once she was finally there, or at least close enough that she was satisfied with how far away the ropes were, she dropped down onto her back. She shifted her grip around the leg to the foot while her own legs wrapped around the limb. Susan was trying to take position for a heel hold, but rather than apply pressure to the heel, she’d instead squeeze the Spider’s trapped leg between her own with a scissor hold. Securing the foot was merely a way to protect herself from being kicked in the face, while she focused her efforts on crushing Spider Kikuchi’s leg.

”Get off, get off, get-”

What was wrong with this woman? Susan clearly had no idea how wrestling was supposed to work. After the rope break, a wrestler was supposed to back off and give their opponent room to breath before starting the match up against. Granted, she wasn’t aware of any hard rule that demanded it, and she’d used similar tactics herself in the past, but this was different. She was a veteran, a ring general. Susan was just some redheaded no-name nobody, probably from stupid American state that even most Americans forgot about.

Susan wasted little time in making use of the advantage she’d seized, either, dropping down and capturing Spider’s leg in what she’d assumed was a botched heel hold. That was the thought when Spider, a tested submissionalist, had seen the hold she was applying, and her first thought was to snicker at her for messing it up.

Until the pressure started coming in.

Until those mammoth thighs of hers went to work.

Until it felt like her legs were about to explode from the extreme pressure that was getting crushed into them.

This hurt, in a wholly different way than the last move she’d endured, this slicing into her legs that made tenses stretch and pulped her muscles. Spider found herself screaming, whipping her head about before she brought her hands to her face and covered up, not wanting her foe to see the tears that were starting to well up for the agony.

In most cases, actually about 99% of the time, Susan loathed being snickered at. She couldn’t stand being looked down on in any way or for any reason. The only times it didn’t bother her so much were in moments just like this, where she could instantly make the other person pay for it.

The redhead would’ve loved hearing Spider Kikuchi’s screams anyway, but oh how much sweeter they were coming right after the trapped veteran had just snickered at her like that. For all of a second she’d looked at Susan with eyes that mocked her in ways it would take a lot of words to equally convey. And then in an instant she was shrieking, writhing and thrashing about in total agony. And...was she crying? It was hard to tell, but the way she screamed and the way she covered her face seemed to suggest it. Susan couldn’t tell for sure, but the thought alone just made this all even better.

“Not so funny now, is it, bitch?!” she called out, before finally releasing her crushing hold on Kikuchi’s leg. This was no act of mercy, however. Susan knew she probably could have forced a submission if she had kept that hold on. She’d made several people, man and woman alike, tap out to it. But she was having too much fun with this, and just wanted to find another hold to torture Kikuchi with. Almost immediately she pounced on her prey, looking to straddle her right over her sexy rear while her arms attempted to snake around Kikuchi’s to lock her in a full nelson, pressing her face right into the mat.

Spider supposed she should’ve looked at the positives, here. Yes, she was in an extremely bad position. Yes, she was being ragdolled around the ring by a tramp who wasn’t fit to lace her boots. Yes, she was going to be feeling this for days, maybe even weeks to come.

But at least it wasn’t a televised match. Her shame would be a private one, and she would have the opportunity to ensure that Susie’s wasn’t.

That small bit of solace was the only thing that really let her keep going at Susie continued to rip into her. When she loosened up on the hold, Spider started to push her way up, trying to rise on wobbling arms. She didn’t get far before the woman came crashing down on her back, pinning her to the mat and snaking her arms, clutching her in a full nelson. Just like before, Susie’s moves were simple, but effective - even with Spider’s prowess, there was little way she could hope to escape such a hold, and her flexibility and raw hatred were the only things that let her hold out.

Knowing her threats would just fall on deaf ears if she made them, Spider tried to focus on pushing forward with her, feebly attempting to get them to the ropes, even as if dragged her face along the mat.

Kikuchi’s toughness had been apparent before when she fought against Susan’s crushing scissor hold for as long as she did. But now, even with the damage that had been inflicted, she was still fighting to drag herself toward the ropes with the model on top of her, even at the cost of dragging her own face along the mat. The disrespect Susan was showing by holding her facedown to the mat like this was entirely intentional, and she knew Spider had to be aware of it. She didn’t doubt the graceless crawl while having her face smeared on the canvas was largely an act of desperation, but the nature of it felt every bit as spiteful as the hold Susan was applying.

The redhead clicked her tongue at the display of stubborn defiance. But if Kikuchi thought she’d let their wills battle until she got to the ropes again, she was mistaken. Instead Susan abruptly twisted to the side, trying to roll them over to put Kikuchi on top of her while maintaining the full nelson. At the same time, her deadly legs once again sought to coil around the blonde’s midsection, this time from behind, looking to add an intense body scissor to the mix!

This combo of holds was one Susan liked to call the Jailhouse Rock. The hold itself was no new innovation of hers, of course. But it was one that made tremendous use of her strongest assets, and was typically quite difficult to escape. If she managed to trap Kikuchi in it, she’d find out all about that firsthand...

To the outside observer, it might’ve seemed like Spider was tougher than her lithe frame would’ve given away. She fought hard in the hold, enduring the pain for longer than most women would have dreamed. For all her foibles, people could say that she was capable of taking what she gave out.

And that was partly true. She had built up decent stamina from her wrestling career. But really, it just boiled down to a little known fact: Rage was a great anesthetic, and right now, she had rage for days.

She was determined to reach the ropes, determined to break free, and determining to break every bone in this fat idiot’s body, and that determination pushed her onward, on and on...until Susie dashed it all by rolling them over with her on top, clamping down on her with those iron thighs once more.

Spider let out a long, labored sigh as the air was forced out of her lung, her body deflating in the redhead’s grasp. Her body already low on energy, she started thrashing from side to side in a desperate bid to wriggle herself free, a fish caught on the hook. When that didn’t work, she tried her best to reach the ropes with lean legs, but they were sadly just out of reach, missing her toes by mere inches.

She wasn’t getting out of this. Not until Susie let her.

God, she hated this woman. She hated this woman more than just about anyone she’d ever met, and that was no small statement.

Susan held on tight to her hold while the trapped Spider thrashed about in her clutches, feeling her resistance ever so gradually grow weaker as the time passed. And she watched closely as Kikuchi reached out in desperation for the ropes. The redhead damn sure didn’t want to have to let go of her prey and try to bring her back out to the middle of the ring to reapply it. But no, the ropes were mere inches too far away to give Spider the freedom she craved.

So close, yet so far.

The model sneered with sadistic delight. For all intents and purposes, her foe’s failure to reach the ropes had all but sealed her fate. Clearly she couldn’t escape, and now she knew she couldn’t make Susan release her either. She could hold the woman like this as long as she damn well pleased. A few more agonizing squeezes from her deadly thighs could have Kikuchi tapping out and begging for mercy. But as sweet as that thought looked in her head, she had another idea she liked even better.

Susan did maintain her scissor a bit longer to further break down Spider’s resistance. Then with another abrupt twist she’d roll them both closer to the middle of the ring. Releasing the full nelson and maneuvering her opponent into a sitting position, Susan would then quickly shift around to straddle her lap before once more locking her powerful legs around the woman’s midsection. From there she’d grab her wrists and lean forward, looking to pin them down to the mat with Spider flat on her back, all while Susan remained on top of her applying the excruciatingly tight body scissor. Unlike her last hold, this was one Susan had come up with herself, and one of her personal favorites. She called it the California Corset. And every second she had it applied, she would be grinning right down at Spider’s anguished-ridden face, basking in wonderful amusement at the suffering she was inflicting on her.

“Give it up, bitch. You’re not getting out of this.”